simply beautiful

For the past couple of months this beautiful piece by William Butler Yeats is stuck in my head:

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

William Butler Yeats.

stuck in my head

For the past couple of months this beautiful piece by William Butler Yeats is stuck in my head

Probably

Probably, it smiled
Probably, it frowned
Probably, it was delicate
Probably, it was strong
Probably, it was too soon
Probably, it was too late
Probably, it was ethereal
Probably, it was an imagination
Probably, it was infinite potentiality
Probably, it was cursed
Probably, it was fear
Probably, it was love
Probably, it was too beautiful
Probably, it was too ugly
Probably, it wanted an embrace
Probably, it wanted to break free
Probably, it was just a dream
Probably, it was stark reality
Probably, it was living
Probably, it was dead
Probably, it will be reborn
Probably, it was just the probability of a probable option.

Liberation

Long night’s dream
Pregnant with freedom
An aching heart’s song
For the souls lost yonder
Virgin sparkle of the spring water
Brings the jaded back to life
Angry hawks soaring high in the sky
Slips out a laughter in the tear stained eye
Through the winters spent among the snow laden peaks
He leads him as alone he cries and screams
Figure of future emerging from the shadows of the past
His ashes to dust, this fight was not the last.